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My mother once wore combat boots. She joined the Marines, bested more than half of the other enlisteds during boot camp, and actually killed some unlucky Iraqi in the Gulf War. She said it was a clean shot through his heart. Officially, the military didn't allow women on the battlefield, but open warfare promotes real priorities. My mother, in a uniform, was as unisex as it gets, and her C.O. didn't give a fuck about sex the day tanks rolled across the Kuwait border.

Her war experience affected her, but not in the classic way. She wasn't troubled by nightmares or flashbacks. It was hardly a real war, having lasted long enough to drive across that postage stamp of a country. It made her throw up. She told me once, she couldn't stomach America's new military role. Peacekeepers, World Cops, however the boys in (what used to be called) the War Department wanted to spin it.

In her own home town, mother had seen enough poverty, sickness, legal atrocities, oppressive culture, and the suppression of women to piss on the whole charade. Mom would have happily racheted a machine gun the moment orders came down to take out America's fundamentalist jack-boots. She got pregnant with me, on purpose, to end her active duty. She returned to the city of her childhood to run a free medical clinic.

I grew up basking in her strength and joy of the moment, but time wore the sugar coating to the bitter pill. My mother was dying. I thought her painful bouts at the toilet had something to do with her period. The doctor at the clinic couldn't find a cause, but she begged her to join the class-action suit against the military. Having read about 'syndrome' cases, the doctor incontrovertibly decided mom was another victim of the war.

Mom didn't think that way. She understood, when she joined the military, that results were more important than troops. She believed in the goal, protect America from foreign enemies. That she might have ended up poisoned was the chance she took, but it had been her choice. If others wanted to sue the government, well, she wouldn't call them wrong. A lot of folk think the military's every button is as shining and noble as their TV commercials.

For my own thoughts, I was barely sixteen and wished the president would give us a million bucks. My mom had already made her million bucks. She named him Sam. That's me. I didn't know she was dying until near the end. She didn't really suffer more than the homeless people she helped, but she hated pity. My mother didn't lie to me about it. She just never out and said, 'the calcium in my bones is evaporating.'

My mother is a lesbian. She and the doctor used to make out on the sofa bed in our rent controlled in-law, but that was before she began losing her breath at odd moments. I suspect their political differences about the military proved their undoing. They had their spat, never had sex again, and continued to work together professionally. Mother decided to not spend time looking for a new partner. It really is that hard to find decent lesbian spouses among the hets, faux lesbos, and drama dykes. The effort wasn't worth it, since the clinic was her professional life and I was her private life.

One muggy day we decided to build a cooling fan for our bathroom window. She scrounged an electric motor from a discarded, fancy scooter, and I trimmed fan blades out of slats from a wooden crate.

"This bastard's got two horse power. It's going to blow a wind tunnel through the house. Better tether your dolls."

"Action figures, mom."

"Sure, and those brightly colored, stuffed animals are collectables."

"I don't play with them anymore."

"Then you might as well bring girls home for the night."

This surprised me, but I knew she was kidding. "Sure, so you can seduce them away from me with your hard body and commanding 'tude."

"Hah! This body's gone soft, and even my own son don't pay me respect."

I replied in my girlfriend voice. "Shut up."

"Yeah, right. Make me."

Well, I had to try. Tools scattered across the floor as I tackled her. She pinned me with a reversal by reflex.

"Did you time me?" She gloated. Her tall body felt unusually pliant laying on top of me, and her torso quivered slightly. Her breathing felt odd, lungs against my lungs, as if it were a struggle.

"Maybe half a second. You still got it."

"You're getting heavier. I thought it took longer."

"You're the boss."

"Sam, I wish you wouldn't say that."

"What?"

"I'm your mother. I'm responsible for you, but I'm tired of being the boss. You're nearly grown, and I've done a fine job of raising you. Be proud Sam. You're my best gift to this world, and it's my gift to you. From now on, you're your own boss." Five inches from my face, I watched her face relax into a reassuring smile.

I don't know how they could have, but her words choked me up. I had tears in my eyes. Perhaps her voice simply resonated with my heart - I swear it stopped beating for one count. I exhaled sharply and just snuffled for air and gulped saliva. My mother, the power in my life, had freed me. I hugged her just long enough to hide my face in her shoulder.

She stood up and reached a hand down. I lay there. She was my goddess. I didn't know much about spirituality, but my mom's spirit blazed like holy light. I knew the moment I took her hand she would suddenly become my best friend. I was afraid.

"Suit yourself." She turned and bent to collect the tools. "I'll fasten the blades to the motor, tomorrow, while you're at school. These look fine." She slid one sanded length along her palm like she was testing a knife for sharpness.

Behind her, I finally lifted my ass off the floor and shook off the dust. I thought everything was back to normal, until she straightened and turned around.

I'm sure you had to be there, but for the in my life I noticed the clothes she was wearing. I guess in my mind she was always the drill sergeant, or the handyman, or a dozen other male roles I had hung around her neck. She was wearing a dress. It wasn't very blousey, but it said more about her hips than her shoulders. Her breasts never did stand out, but there she was, visibly female.

I wasn't about to admit to myself why it made a difference. All of a sudden, I wanted to run out of the house and find my mother. Sanity interrupted my fancy. Mom had worn this dress and others for the last ten years. Maybe it was the contrast. One minute, we were building something together, something masculine, a loud wind machine, the next she was laying on top of me, soft and pretty.

She noticed me staring at her in a very conspicuous manner. She looked at me like I was nuts. "Get the vacuum cleaner and un-dust the rug." She lifted the tool box and headed toward the kitchen.

"I thought I was the boss now."

"Then tell yourself to do it."

"What if I told you to do it?"

"Make me."

It was definitely a time of change around the house. Her, me, we, and everything that made us family were all spinning around like that feeling you get in your gut when you're about to try something new. Out of the blue, my gut wanted to make her, make her do something of my will. I couldn't take my mom in a fair fight, and she could take anybody in a dirty one. I wanted to be her boss, real bad. This time I decided to brave anything she put in my way. It was as if a stone had settled into a comfortable spot in my stomach.

"I'm telling you. Get the vacuum, and clean this rug." I steeled my gaze and prayed I didn't blink first.

"Nice try." Mom offered her usual 'amused at her kid' grin, but for one microsecond I thought I saw something else.

I took a step towards her, not threatening, just confident. "If you didn't hear me the first time, I will repeat myself." This was my mother's own signal she used when her patience was wearing thin. I'd rather not mention how often I'd heard it. My heart pounded. Inside, I wanted this more than anything. I wanted her to acquiesce.

"Sam, are you sure you want to start this?" She returned a different version of her attitude about crossing her. If her voice hadn't hinted at a slight lack of breath I would have backed down in an instant.

"Yes, and to finish it. Get the vacuum, mom." I never raised my voice.

My mother, her eyes dropped for a fraction of a second. The world turned upside down. My stomach flip-flopped. I swallowed but never blinked.

"I'll get the vacuum." She said simply and set down the tool box.

It couldn't have been that easy. I was struck dumb. Now what?, my mind raced. I had burned all my jet fuel trying to keep my cool. If I didn't get away soon I was going to lose it, but I didn't want to act totally lame. She wasn't going to let me get away with absolute victory. I may have had the high hand this round, but she was still my mom for the next two years. I picked up wood bits and pieces of wire, anything that might choke a vacuum. I was just heading outside when I heard the motor switch on.

That day, I felt like I had stepped across the grand canyon. Will against will, my successful contest to best my mother filled my head euphoric. I trembled at the thought of it, but I wanted to do it again.

It took longer than a week for my courage to return. Our lives remained mostly the same. She managed the clinic ten hours a day, keeping it organized for the doctor and her assistants. I farted around with my friends, wasting time, learning how to survive teen society. They thought I was cool for having an openly gay mother but didn't ask what her actual love life was like.

Her's was dull. She might have been celibate, excluding normal, personal options. She entertained a few friends and went out for a show or dinner, but the last hint of romance was buried in her loud, but unintelligible, argument with Joyce, the doctor. They would call each other occasionally, but mother never discussed her relationships, at least not with me.


My sex life was outright abusive, self abusive. Some girls thought I was gay, (like mother, like son), others preferred the chest beating of my male peers over my cultivated respect for a woman's power. Oh heck, I dated a bit, but they were tepid interludes. I usually found girls my age less reasonable than soap opera characters.

I shouldn't insult them. I didn't act my age either. I was far too mature for my own good. I was in love with my mom which, ironically, is ridiculously immature. I was the man. She was the woman. At least that's what my body said, every five hours. To this day I can't believe how often I jacked off. I've never regretted it. Mom discussed sex with me in her usual direct way.

"When you get an erection, jack it off and enjoy it. Once you learn how you like your sexual pleasure, you'll have a lot more fun sharing it with your future lovers."

Of course society has its taboos, some worthy, others random, most could use a little rethinking. I had listened around enough to know where to and when to palm my cock. But my fantasies were mine explore however which way I wanted. Mom certainly had no sexual thoughts about me. This, I discovered during an incredible circumstance, was not as limiting as it might suggest.

Remember, I was sixteen, raised to examples of confidence, discipline, and respect, and I had the hormones of a satyr. I excelled at public school, snubbed vapid girls, and masturbated to the sound of my mother repairing the oil fired heating unit in the basement. It may not have been mother nature's way, but for me sexual pleasure hit its peak when I included my mother in my fantasies. These fantasies increasingly revolved around making her obey me.

The second time I contested her will, I thought I'd be kicked out of the house. I had imagined I was playing a game of dice with my mom, using dice with invisible pips. More to the truth, it was like cracking the code on a safe wrapped in dynamite.

We were sanding the ancient wooden floor in the main room, preparing it for a new coat of lacquer. Mother was glowing. Sunlight from the window glistened through the sweat cooling her skin. What was normally a loose tank top was now fully plastered around her midsection. I watched her with brief, intense glances. I didn't give her tits a single shot, but her hips, damn they moved like they were attached to a wheel. I swear, even on her knees, her power of action was driven from her legs. Her arms were merely conduits of thigh energy.

We had been scraping the old varnish for three hours without a break. Yeah, I was in shape, but I wasn't particularly well built. I was nearly as thin as my mom. I was certainly more tired. At one point I asked myself a simple question. Why? What the hell was I doing this for? Shit, I could be out with my friends, but I had told them this weekend I was supposed to help mom with the house.

We saved rent by doing our own repairs. We also fixed stuff for the renters of the main house occasionally, just to be neighborly, she told me. They were an older couple, gay men who didn't approve of lesbian mothers. Go figure. I'm glad I never had to talk to them.

Right in the middle of the work, I stood up and looked down at my mom. "Call me when you're finished. I'll help you with the reapplication." I felt my eyes testing hers once more. Who's would be strong enough?

She looked up, initially surprised. Her eyelids extended, and I already knew the sentence leaping to her mind. "Get your butt back down before I make it a permanent fixture to the floor."

"Sam, I'm not in the mood for levity..."

I told her, "I'm not being funny, nor is this fair, but it is what I've decided."

I thought she was going to shake her head, disapprove. She stood up and slapped my face. It was all wrong. My mother never hit me in anger.

Later, I discovered it wasn't anger that motivated her. She needed my help. She was growing ill. Her vast energy reserves were seeping into the aether, and they would never return. She knew she was still quite strong, but she also knew her fate. Mother had locked her secret behind a steel wall of cryptic emotions. It was my fate to decipher them.

My head twisted around, straining a neck muscle. "Ow!" I grabbed my neck, but I had to stand my ground. I was so stupid. "Fine, you can paint the damn thing too, by yourself!"

I told you mother never cried, but I haven't said she never mourned. We were only human, a parent and child beginning to separate in the cause of independent foolishness. Only my mother was doomed to accrue dependence like frost on a window. You witnessed it's growth but couldn't see it growing. One day she would rely on me absolutely for remainder of her short life. Mother would bear witness as I found my own voice and opinions, but it was still too early for a child challenging himself to see anything more than his own interests.

Mother didn't apologize for hitting me. She turned to one side, ignored me, then looked at the floor. Many seconds later, she crouched down and picked up the sandpaper.

Once more, my chutzpah failed, and I backed out of the room as my ego drained. I made dinner that night and washed the dishes, but nothing could have made up for my transgression. Mother didn't speak to me for a night and a day. I was pretty worried, but that night, when I jacked off, my thoughts replayed the day's event. At the point when I remembered her sigh, my orgasm hit me harder than her open palm. Cum flew all over my naked body.

Maturity and I were locked in a wrestling match. I really thought I acted more like an adult than my peers, but I certainly had a childish way of showing it. My silly game with mother played out over many months. However, I never lost myself to it. I only defied my mother when I was fully possessed of my faculties. If I had ever controlled her with less than a full head, she would have walked right over me. In a way she was controlling me, teaching me something penultimately adult.

"Mother, ask the neighbors for a nice apple. These are too spotted."

"Mother, get the TV from the main room and set it up on the table while I eat dinner."

"Mother, stand right there. I need to change my clothes. You can add these in the washing machine." Acting on a powerful impulse, I removed every shred of modesty right in front of her. My cock could not have remained soft under those circumstances.

I kept getting hard-ons. Controlling her was incredibly erotic, for me. Mother was about as interested in penises as a taxi driver is in public transit. But after the first time I showed her my erect dick, it became an integral part of the act. She didn't care enough to roll her eyes. To me, it was a virile display of my new manhood. To her, I suppose she decided not to suppress what might prove an innate male trait, believing in the myth of visual seduction.

Although I masturbated constantly, my ability to command mother occurred on infrequent days of the month. We would spend weeks of regular, sort of, mom/kid activities. I'd keep my shit from piling up around the house. I invited friends over on days comfortable to her. She'd ground me for driving a friend's car before I earned my license.

I got drunk one night and told her to suck my cock. She told me, in English plain enough for a sotted brain to understand, I would not talk to her that way. The next day she enrolled me as a volunteer at a alcohol recovery clinic. I never let my friends booze me up again.

It was long, my journey of self-possession. Mother's power over me was a different kind of possession. Once I mastered her parental right to push and constrain me I was complete, my own man. I had a long way to go.

I was nearing my seventeenth birthday, and feeling realistically cocky. My path that night led me to my mother, who was sacked out on the sofa bed. She slept in the living room, and I had a walk-in closet. Coats and trousers and good tops hung above my cheap futon. It was very well insulated for the city's.

"Hi mom. I know it's late, but I want to look at you lying there." I stood in the archway between the living room and the kitchen. I was fully naked. I couldn't tell her state of dress as she lay under thick covers.

"Please, push your blankets and sheets down. I want to see you."

Mother always contested me. Her eyes met mine and informed me this was not something she was going to do. I received her message silently, kept my face blank, and slowly nodded my head.

"I could turn them down myself, but do you really want me to fix your bed for you?"

She blinked at that. I didn't know she mentally added, 'like you were an invalid', to the end of my question. She sighed and then looked at me in way I would never forget. It was the look of need. Slowly, out from under the covers, one arm after another snaked its way free. They haltingly pushed the warm spreads down to her thighs. I've seen her naked tits many times, but never when she was being made to reveal them solely for my own gratification. Her crotch was covered with a plain, white pair of panties. I took my cock into my hand.

"Don't move until I'm finished." I was so unnerved by her acceptance of my new audacity, I wasn't sure I could get off, but her unresisting body was more than sufficient to raise sperm to the pitcher's plate. I tried to keep a steady, languid pace, but in the heat of my climax, my hand found itself ripping along my swollen prick. She waited, unimpressed, until my cum shot out into the hand towel I held in front of my cock. Afterwards, she told me to get her a beer.

I had more than a few disappoints attempting to recreate that evening. Mother fought every inch of that battle. Eventually the beaches cleared. Her fortitude gradually fatigued against the height of my sexuality. I began masturbating regularly in front of my mother a couple weeks after my seventeenth birthday. At some point she must have decided it wasn't worth her fading energy.

Justice weighs Her judgment on golden scales. My plate was sinking fast. One day, I was thrown clear when something plummeted upon the other plate. Up until that time, I had thought only of my own convenience and pleasure.

After the first time I masturbated openly in front of her, I seriously worried that I had overstepped her boundaries. That and because I didn't want to get into a rut, I gave mom plenty of non-sexual commands. The last piece of our psychological jigsaw puzzle fell into place when I least expected it. We were watching television on our beat up sofa. I was sitting, eating an orange. She reclined with her legs propped up on my lap.

"Mute button." She said the instant a commercial interrupted.

I clicked on the upbeat. Then I moved her legs and dropped the remote in her lap. I needed to throw the orange rind into the kitchen garbage. It was sure to be a long break. After tossing the rind, I opened the fridge and peered within. Not really looking, I suddenly piped up.

"Mom, cycle through all the channels ten times and remember the ones that are showing old, black and white films. I'm going to fix me a sandwich."

It was the lamest thing I ever told her, I think. My dick still got hard, but displaying it never crossed my mind. The act itself was erotic, there was no non-erotic control of my mother for me, ever. I fixed my sandwich, efficiently and quietly. I know I surprised her when I returned to the couch.

She surprised me like a thunderbolt. Her right hand manipulated the TV remote. Her left hand was reaching up her short short, left pant leg, and she was rubbing her clit. I dropped my sandwich on the beautifully varnished, hardwood floor. She ignored me, and in a whisper, recited her count on the remote.

"four... ," she languidly switched across all fifteen of our aerial's channels. "five... ," repeat, "six..."

My breath left me. I was prepared to suffer a stroke right then and sink into my final demise. I didn't need to see her fingers pushing into erect flesh, exciting her beneath white denim. I may have actually witnessed my mother masturbating during my previous 18 years, but it would have been a private event for her.

Here she was totally focused on her mission, enjoying it for what it was, an act of conceding her will. An unimportant event, such as her son catching her in the act of masturbating to the tune of her own capitulation, was the last thing that would interrupt her.

I did what any self-possessed eightteen year old would do under the circumstances. I picked up the sandwich, wiped the floor clean with the sink sponge, and then I cleaned out the sponge. Only after I heard her say 'ten' did I return to the main room. I shouldn't have waited. I only embarrassed myself.

"There were three channels showing old films. One was just beginning. The one with Sidney Portier."

"Thank you, mom."

"My pleasure."

I took my pleasure later that night by masturbating once again in front of my mother. She lay on the sofa-bed, reading a book.

When I was nineteen, my mother was killed by an unnamed, immune system dysfunction. She died on her own bed, in her own home, with her son holding her and telling her she was the strongest force in the world.

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Tasty Cakes

Mr. Tracey blots away the beads of sweat that accumulate on his brow with a polka dot hanky. He folds it into a neat square and slides it back into the breast pocket of his faded denim blazer. He looks particularly disheveled as he sips from a white ceramic mug that reads ‘HOT FOR TEACHER’ in bold black Helvetica font. It’s probably filled with Jim Beam, I decide. His thinning hair is heavy with oil and is combed carelessly over to one side. Some of the longer strands seem to defy gravity as...

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Encounter at Travelodge Prologue

Dear reader,This BDSM series is dedicated to a fellow xhamsterian – it never happened in real life, but I wish it did. No fault of hers – I know, my profile isn’t that interesting, and I haven’t found a nice picture for it – and god knows, everyone has different tastes, so it might be that. Or just me being creepy and annoying. So, anyway, I liked her picture, had time, and started my own little fantasy encounter. And because I hadn’t written anything in a while, I sat down and wrote the entire...

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Something I have always wanted to do

I have wanted for quite some time now, to be dressed up like a pretty little girl or a very sexy lady and be a man’s sex toy for the evening. Even my girlfriend knows that I really want this to happen. It will too. She’s okay with it as well. I want to be dressed in my sexiest outfit/s when it happens. I will be a girly as I can. Face shaved. Makeup but just not “overkill”. Hot long haired wig. Finger & Toenails done. Body completely shaved smooth and lotion applied. Ear rings, necklace,...

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Making the Most of Our Second ChancesChapter 10

I woke up Thursday morning with a really strange feeling. I opened my eyes and it only took me a moment to realize what that feeling was. I had forgotten about Erin joining us last night. I was enjoying the sensation of having 2 ladies cuddled up close. I also thanked myself for wearing the jockstrap to bed. It may have been something less than comfortable, but at least I would not have to explain to Erin why I was pitching a tent. I heard a noise by the door. Erin had left it open last...

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Online Dating Gone Awry

I awoke very groggy and not recognizing my surroundings. The last thing I could remember was the blonde silhouette entering the room. I couldn’t move. I was secured to some kind of table completely nude. All of my limbs tied down. The room was totally silent. I was still unable to move with any real strength. I must have been drugged, but why? **************************************** Let me give a short description of myself and some background. I’m a white male in my late twenties. I...

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Dish Best Served

Prologue The airport taxi turned right onto my little cul-de-sac on Friday night. "Fifth house on the right," I instructed the driver. He pulled halfway into the driveway. I momentarily thought he pulled up to the wrong house. My sporty red Celica was parked there but instead of my wife's Voyager minivan next to it, there was a dark blue Ford Crown Vic parked in its spot. I knew the minivan wasn't in the garage because that was my long overdue clean up project. The taxi driver pulled my...

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My father my husband

I stood outside my college waiting for my dad to pick me up. I am Latha, only daughter of my father. My mom passed away 3 years back when I was 16. Since then my dad had been everything to me. He took utmost care for me and I could say I never missed my mom much. He didn’t get married again for my sake cause he wasn’t sure about how my step mother may behave with me. Things were going smooth or it was what I thought until that night came. My dad got married at a young age of 24 and my mom was...

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Fucking A Horny Corporate Wife After Party 8211 Pt 1

This is Arjun, 29 year old investment banker, working in Bangalore, born and brought up in Delhi. I want to share with you a hot encounter I had last night. I was visiting home (Delhi) for a family function and I was there for a week. My sister’s wedding is next month. I went home to help my family with the planning. The cards were ready and we were going to our friends and family, to invite them. I landed on Saturday morning and I set out with my parents to invite people. Saturday has been...

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Enceladus

I looked at my sister in startled amazement. She had, sort of, in round about words, just offered to have sex with me. I think. I stared at her. She blushed slightly and dropped her gaze to the floor. "I'll see you tomorrow then," she whispered. "Uh. Okay, yeah tomorrow." I managed to say. I turned and left, walking down the garden path towards my car, not seeing anything around me, just hearing her words over and over again in my mind. "Okay then, why not tomorrow," she had...

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Jackson in HRPGWorld 2 Exploding Kiwis in the Nether RegionsChapter 3

The blonde looked at him. A puzzled expression was back on her face. "Hey wait!" she said. "You're the--" Too late. DaBigBoom had already stepped into the portal. They warped to a rocky location that somehow managed to look cheerful despite being largely desolate. The only plants DaBigBoom saw were the twisted remnants of dead trees. Not quite dead, as it happened, but not exactly alive in any way DaBigBoom expected. He watched as one of the dead stumps grew spindly arms out of its...

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Its Midnight and Im LostChapter 10

Just moments later, Mara appeared to wake up. “What happened to Mentor? Is he okay? Where is he, and how did I get here?” I gave her the entire story as I knew it. Mentor was brought into the bedroom, and there was a tender meeting between the two of them. Of course, the action was a bit more energetic on Mentor’s side, but what else would you expect from a 6-year-old boy? Mara got out of bed and showed no sign of having gone through her recent experience. By the way, the drunk who nearly...

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Superior officer

Ensign Philips didn’t have a good reason for being in the officer’s lounge, he felt his heart dropping down to his combats boots “Turn around when I’m talking to you Ensign” Ensign Philips slowly turned around, his shoulders sagging slightly in defeat, when he saw who confronted him, he forgot all about the real reasons for being here, in fact he basically forgot about everything “So Ensign, what the hell are you doing here in the Officers’ Lounge?” Captain Jean Harigan, the only female...

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Exchange Student

"Geez, this place smells like a whorehouse," my dad bellowed. I started to ask him how he knew what a whorehouse smelled like, but decided he probably wasn't in the right frame of mind for a wisecrack from his fourteen-year-old daughter. Besides, he was right. My slutty sister and I had both drenched ourselves in way too much perfume, the latest skirmish in our war over Marcel, the handsome, debonair French student that our parents had brought into our home, never suspecting what a turmoil...

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Young Threesome

She was beautiful. Brown hair, with the most amazing blue eyes you've ever seen. With a smile that just topped it off. I could have sworn I was in love with her, and I barley knew her. I wanted to think of her for her personality, not her looks. But I couldn't help it. She was like a burnt image in my head. I wanted to kiss her, be close to her. She always smelled like a thousand roses. I couldn't get enough of her perfect aroma.It was just like any other day in this terrible town. Rainy,...

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The Birth of Gwen Roberts Part II

When I woke up again, the sun was shining in through the blinds of the camper windows and it looked like it was pretty late in the morning. I lay there for a moment, slowly taking stock of my much changed situation. Today was as different from yesterday as if I'd woken up on Mars. My entire body ached especially my hips and lower back. Surprisingly, my well used and no longer cherry ass didn't hurt at all. Oh, there was a pleasant throbbing in there, I could feel my heartbeat in my hole...

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Toys Ties and Teasing

This is my third story! I really hope you guys like it. Please keep in mind though, this is a fantasy of mine. Not fact in the least.  I had fallen asleep in bed with my boyfriend the day before, and when I woke up my hands were tied to the bedposts, and my feet were the same spread apart. At first though, I hadn't noticed that I was naked, as there was a blanket over me. I had always thought of myself as a light sleeper, but apparently that conception was wrong. I had to have been a very...

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The Telepath Chronicles Part OneThe Hippocratic Oath

Hippocratic Oath By Hypatia Ok time to do my little preamble about the story that you are about to read and anything else of consequence that comes to mind at the time. First of all a confession, the basis of this story is not my own idea. It is based on the idea of curative telepathists devised by John Brunner in the book Telepathist. A brilliant book, if you see it well worth a read. My one minor complaint about the book was that it could have been longer. So I have owned up,...

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Behind Her Blue EyesChapter 2

After a couple of minutes, Tina released Marline and slid off the bed. “Whew!” I could use a drink. How about you, Hun?” Marline responded, “Water, as long as I don’t have to get up.” Tina laughed and said, “Okay, okay, I’ll be your fucking servant.” And she walked out of the bedroom. After having a few drinks from the bottle of water, Marline said to Tina in a raspy voice, “I want more.” “Water?” Tina asked with a chuckle, knowing full well, her friend hadn’t finished half of what she...

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1964 The Dairy of DesireChapter 11 Forsaken

[Readied to leave the bunk house in the nude and releshing more of Lilly] This time I wasn’t alone leaving the bunk house early, around the corner, through the loafing shed and out into the cool morning air. Shivers were ahead of us but nobody yet seemed to give a darn how I looked. I assumed them still too sleepy to care that my penis was spitting, sticking straight out. But still, how stupid I felt! Although it was predawn dark the picture must have been hilarious, real pale big untanned...

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Sg My Affair with My Hot Young Maid

Yes people, we recorded ourselves oh yeah.) .another thing, I still care deeply for the person so any decision on the story-telling and any media will take into consideration the security of our identity and such. Not that I don’t trust our little community here, but can’t be too careful.To start, let me describe a bit about her from the beginning. Me and my wife were looking for another maid after sending our last one back due to her extreme ‘psychological’ issues, so we asked a family friend...

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Better Ch 06

Chapter 06 – Michael I knew leaving Andrea hanging was going to drive her nuts, like a little kid who spent weeks waiting to see what Santa would leave under the tree. Her childlike impatience was giddy and adorable as she tried to guess where we were going. It wasn’t until we were in the charter plane with just the two of us on board when the pilot came up to us and said, ‘Our flight into Chicago will be about an hour and 20 minutes,’ that she found out. ‘Chicago!’ Andrea cried. ‘What are we...

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A Modern Bards TaleChapter 2

The guests began filing past, making their goodbyes to the host and hostess. I stood a few feet away watching the parade. Several of the guests pressed cards on me, telling me to call them so that they could invite me to THEIR parties. I assured them that I would indeed contact them as soon as feasible. Maeve joined us then, wearing a simple sheath dress and sandals that probably cost more than I earned in a year. She stood beside me and took my hand, entwined her fingers with mine, and...

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Tushy Lana Rhoades Adriana Chechik LANA Part 3

After her new life as an escort has taken off, Lana has a real taste for being desired like she is. She has so much work but she knows that she needs the extra cash and will do anything to keep the balance of her time perfect. She receives a call from a client and this one in particular has an unusual request. Instead of a standard threesome, his beautiful wife wants to enjoy Lana as her husband watches them satisfy each other completely in the most intimate ways imaginable. She is about to...

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Mentoring Brandon Chapter 17

By Bob Chapter 17: A Thanksgiving to Remember Part 3 Brandon was still licking the shaft of Mikey's penis at the same time. I could tell that this wasn't going to be a quick night, as I knew what both Mikey and Brandon wanted. Again the jealousy took a shot at me, but I also realized I wasn't going to be left out of the equation. This was going to be one hot evening and one that I know that all of us would remember as the beginning of a great developing friendship. The lights...

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Brothers Girlfriend

"You need to give Chris a good talking to," my mom said. Two minutes in the car, less than an hour back home in Wisconsin, and already the family drama had begun. "What about?" I said with a sigh. "That new girlfriend of his." Oh shit, I thought. She wants me to give Chris the sex/condom/careful talk. Ugh. "Yeah, he told me about her," I said sheepishly. I hated being the big brother in a house with no dad. "Mariko, right?" "Yes," she said as we slowly passed two parked cop...

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Trouble in the ForestChapter 7

Hank drove us into the nearest town to check on the arrival of money for our new car. We went to the bank that I had told Scott about, but they had not received any money transfers for us. This was very disturbing to me, and made me more than a little upset. Using the bank's telephone, I called Scott in Arizona but he was in a meeting and could not be disturbed. The woman that answered my call adamantly refused to notify him that I was calling. I was furious. I thanked the bank for allowing...

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My Property

My propertySince I have to take some time off to write on my non-bdsm-related stuff I decided to post some of the mails I received from one of my online slaves. Unfortunately my original mails containing the tasks are missing; however its responses should give a fairly good idea of the tasks I set. Sadly it stopped reporting some time ago, so any woman thinking about a similar training is encouraged to answer.Your stories indeed struck a cord.? What cord exactly, can't be for sure, as so many...

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Karen Black Ch 02

(At some point in our lives we all stand on that precipice wondering if the one choice we know is going to change our lives is the right one. I’ve even seen people flip a coin since they don’t want to make that choice by themselves and ultimately they now have something else to blame if it goes wrong.) My thanks to LSEiland for her editing. As I woke, I could hear Cheryl quietly talking to someone. When I opened one eye she was on the room phone, a smile threatening to split her face in half....

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Cumming on My sisterrsquos Face

Holy fuck. I thought, as I swiped my thumb across my sisters iphone revealing yet another nude selfie. This one was from above as she held her blonde hair up and pouted in that stupid duck-face way that teenage girl do these days.Claire was three years younger than me. She was eighteen and she was the biggest pain in my ass you could imagine. She was the ‘it’ girl in her high-school and she walked around like the world owed her a fucking debt of gratitude with her short skirts and her blonde...

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Spirit of Halloween

Sue struggled over which costume to wear to the ADULTS ONLY party for which we were already late. Though she favored a body-paint only getups, there was no way to do it right and dry in seconds. I jokingly suggested she could be ready in two minutes if she went in her long blonde wig and boots, otherwise totally nude, as Lady Godiva. She slapped my arm. "What? This is a great excuse to show off your cute little boobs and great nipples to neighbors and strangers alike. And you KNOW we all love...

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Teaching Sally 2

My former student Sally and I were in a motel room and I had just had her watch me in the mirror while I took off her clothes and caressed her sexy body.“Sally I want you to lie down on the bed on your stomach” She shivered when I told her this.I quickly took off my clothes. I could not help but state at such an awesome ass. I climbed on the bed and started to lightly caress her back slowly moving down to her ass but I skirted by it caressing her legs. I ran my hands lightly up and down...

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I Duct Tapped Her Boobs

I Duct Tapped Her Boobs Mom had been looking for work for a few months and her unemployment insurance was going to run out soon. She got a call back from an application that she had submitted. That night she was nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I asked, “What’s wrong?” Mom said, “I’m not as young as I used to be, I’m not as pretty, and my boobs used to get me jobs all the time but they are sagging way too much to get a man’s attention.” I said, “I can...

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A New PastChapter 54 Blowups Happen

“Cameron last week. Chrissy this week. What am I supposed to think?” Imogene asked. “You were with me both weeks, and it’s platonic in both cases. Christ, I’m nearly fifteen years older than Chrissy. Why does everyone think I’m lusting after her? She could almost be my daughter. I told you about Cameron this week. I’ve been above board and honest with you every step of the way. Where is this jealousy coming from?” Imogene had tears in her eyes as we walked along the white gravel drive....

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Amanda Gets What She Wantsher Brother Kyle

I was home alone and bored so I began rooting around my brother's room (Aren't sibling's awful. I'm sure he's been through my panties and bras; turnabout is fair play.) and I find a DVD under a bunch of stuff at the back of a dresser drawer. It's unlabeled, which adds to the mystery, so I take it and pop it into the computer and begin to play it. Well, it turns out to be a vid of my seventeen-year old brother, Kyle, and his old girlfriend, Melissa. Didn't look like much ... day at the...

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Sindie and Ashley Ch 02

‘I see.’ that was the last thing that I could say before Ashley kissed me again. It was slow and tender and it was also short. I was about to complain but my eyes lids started to get heavy. I woke up about two hours later to see my angle laying next to me. She was watching me then I went back to sleep again. When I woke up again it was to the sound of someone arguing outside the bedroom door. I looked over and saw that Ashley was not there and I got up and, hopefully, made my way quietly to...

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An Unexpected Surprise

A long overdue sequel to my stories "Mistaken Identity" (Ch. 1) and "The Coupling" (Ch. 2).  I couldn’t believe the turn in events.  Here I was in the kitchen, half-naked, juices from our coupling dribbling down my thighs, and it wasn’t my dream man John, but my step-brother Matthew that was behind me all naked.  It certainly was the best sex that I had ever had, but I really wanted my parent’s best friend John to fill me with his seed.  After all, my mother got impregnated by John.  But it was...

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Catching My Daughter With Her Black Boyfriend

My name is Brittany and I am thirty six years old. I live in an apartment with my daughter Kim who just turned s*******n. We moved in shortly after my husband left me for another woman and as much as I feared him leaving would have an effect on Kim she really didn't seem to care. I work two jobs to pay the bills so most of the time Kim is at home alone after school but if there is one person I can completely one hundred percent trust its Kim. She has always gotten good grades and is never in...

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Masters Fun

Introduction: I got what i wanted! * creature grabs you and throws you on the bed Evil! you are evil i swear! * * DeathsServant yelps and flaps his hands at you, whining apologies. Just because Im the spawn of Satan, it doesnt make me evil you know. * * creature jumps on him and starts kissing him deeply to shut him up * * DeathsServant blinks and slips his arms around your waist, returning your kisses just as deeply. After a moment he pulls back and blinks slightly nervously. Um.. one question...

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Winter At Beech Mountain Chapter 6

"I"m Debra -- Wha'cha having ?" " " A double please, Black Jack over ice. I remember you.. I'm Dano.. We met at the buffet, right?” “ Yeah! You're the guy that pissed Stanley off for tipping me..” “You work the bar here and the buffet line?” “It's the only way Stanley would hire me.. He tries to make everyone here do two jobs.” She turned to make my drink and her long red ponytail hung to her ample buttocks. She had a heavy "Goth" look in her...

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Family Traditions Ch 02

Author’s note: I am a new writer. Comments/Feedback will be appreciated as well as responded to. Also, please take a moment to vote. ———————————————- A week had gone by since Karen’s punishment in front of her daughter, Nikita and Dave made no mention of that evening in front of Nikita. Nikita however, had quizzed her mother about her domestic discipline sessions, much to her mother’s embarrassment. ‘One day, you too may do things to spice up your sex life,’ said Karen, trying to make...

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Jokes and GigglesChapter 945

The following are compliments of Pete C. Start the day with a smile. After that, ... you can be your nasty old self again. A man walks in to the country store and asks the clerk for a package of condoms. The clerk asks “what size are you”? “I dunno” replies the man. Well the clerk tells him to go out back where there is a plywood fence with numbered holes in it. He is told to stick it in various holes to determine his size. Well, this big ‘ol fat girl sees the man heading out back and...

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